merican frigate was a more formidable ship than the adversary she
was about to engage. Her battery consisted of fifty-four guns, and
some were of heavier calibre than those of the "Macedonian." Her crew,
too, was rather larger than that of her adversary. But, in most
respects, the ships were well matched. Indeed, the commanders of the
two ships had met before the opening of the war, and, in conversation,
agreed that their vessels were well fitted to test the comparative
valor of Yankee and English sailors. Capt. Carden of the "Macedonian"
had asked Decatur what would be the probable result, if the two ships
were to meet in battle.

"Why, sir," responded the American captain, "if we meet with forces
that might be fairly called equal, the conflict would be severe; but
the flag of my country on the ship I command shall never leave the
staff on which it waves, as long as there is a hull to support it."

Such sentiments as this were ever in the heart of the gallant Decatur,
whose service in the war of 1812 was but the continuation of his
dashing career during the war with Tripoli. A captain of such ardent
bravery could not fail to inspire his crew with the same enthusiasm
and confidence.

In the crew of the "United States" were many young boys, of ages
ranging from twelve to fourteen years. At that time many a lad
received his warrant as midshipman while still in his tenth year; and
youngsters who wished to join the navy as "ship's boys," were always
received, although sometimes their extreme youth made it illegal for
their names to be formally enrolled upon the roster of the crew. Such
was the station of little Jack Creamer, a ten-year-old boy, who had
been serving on the ship for some weeks, although under the age at
which he could be legally enlisted. When Jack saw the English frigate
looming up in the distance, a troubled look came over his face, and he
seemed to be revolving some grave problem in his mind. His comrades
noticed his look of care, and rallied him on what they supposed to be
his fear of the coming conflict. Jack stoutly denied this charge, but
said he was anxious to speak to the captain before going into action.
An old quartermaster marched him up to the quarter-deck, and stood
waiting for Capt. Decatur's attention. In a moment the captain noticed
the two, and said cheerily,--

"Well, Jack, what's wanting now?"

Touching his hat, the lad replied, "Commodore, will you please to have
my name put down on